South American Blunders

Last weekend I rented a bike and rode out to a little farm along a river in the jungle near Canoa (the beach town where I can be found most weekends). The bike was a piece of shit with a seat that felt like steel but I made it there. The bike ride along the road was beautiful and green and eventually I reached the turn off for the farm. After a short ways on a bumpy dirt road I came to a fork that directed cars and bikes to the left and foot traffic to the right (both paths leading to the farm). I decided to take the foot path and had the most ridiculous, fun time riding up and down this narrow, wild path. I forged rivers with my bike over my head and splashed through them if I thought they were shallow enough and I had enough speed. I finally arrived and had lunch on a big, flat rock in the little river and then headed back. All in all a good day.
On Tuesday we rented a little boat and motored our way upriver to a mangrove. We got pretty boozy and decided to swim once we stopped near one of the unusual little mangroves. The tops of the trees were all that was visible of it and the air above it was thick with birds of all different shapes and sizes. We swam up to the mangrove with no idea of how many different kinds of snakes and piranahs were likely to take us under. Once we reached the mangrove we swam onto about 10 feet of really wet mud and had to sort of army crawl above it in order to advance. We got to the heart of the mangrove and just layed back in the mud/years of bird feces and watched all the birds swoop and dive above us, doing whatever it is that birds do. It was a memorable experience and we eventually crawled back out, unscathed.
Last night I tried fire dancing and oh what an awesome success. I don´t have a single burn on my body and got some really cool pictures with the 2.5 tricks that I can do comfortably.
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